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Differences in speaking and thoughts:
"Words, words, words…" = In Na'vi
"Words, words, words…" = In English
'Words, words, words…' = Thoughts
Chapter 12: Command
As they entered Hometree, Jake was brought in and Neytiri and Tekumseh were almost immediately at his side. He was alive, but had bullet wounds in his side. They set him in the healer's area where they began to work on his injuries, but the wounds were great.
"Tekumseh…" Jake called.
"Father?" the young Na'vi replied getting closer.
"Tekumseh, while I'm down, I need you to lead the People," he told him.
"But, I'm not sure I'm ready for that," the son retorted. "I'm still learning."
"Tekumseh, you are more than ready. I see it and I know Eywa sees it. So lead, Tekumseh," Jake told him. The young man nodded slowly. "And Tekumseh, Pandora isn't safe yet. The Sky People have left Hometree but they haven't left Pandora. They may try to go after the Tree of Souls again, if not Hometree. So prepare for a huge fight coming. It will come. Banish the Sky People from these lands again and don't let them return without a fight."
"I will, Father," Tekumseh agreed. "I promise. I'll get them off this planet once we all recover."
"I know you will," Jake responded.
"Tekumseh, we need to let him rest," Neytiri told him. "He will be alright. Eywa will make sure of it."
"Yes, Mother," he agreed.
"She is right, Tekumseh," the healer told him. "As long as things go right with his healing, he will live. I assure you. But it may take a good amount of time before he is healed enough to take his place as Olo'eyktan again."
"Alright, thank you," he responded. She nodded back. "We should probably go let the clan know of my father's condition."
"I agree," Neytiri responded.
The mother and son duo made their way to the awaiting crowd of uninjured Na'vi outside. On their way there, Neytiri and Tekumseh passed hundreds of their injured people, all receiving medical assistance from their healers and anyone who could lend a spare hand. More than once they were forced to stop by a dying warrior so Neytiri could perform her duty as Tsahik and send them to Eywa with a few parting phrases.
After dozens of stops, they finally made it outside to address the rest of the Omaticaya, and a hush instantly descended across the crowd. As Tekumseh took a moment to survey his gathered people, a grave, stony expression overcame his face. It seemed that no one had came out unscathed; in fact, Tekumseh could count on one hand who hadn't been injured in the battle. At least it seemed that most of the injuries were moderate, and would heal given time.
That couldn't be said for those who had perished during the fight and those who had succumbed to their injuries.
With a tired sigh, Tekumseh raised his head to better address everyone, "Omaticaya, Brothers, Sisters. Our Olo'eyktan will be fine." When those words were spoken, the tension that everyone had previously held seemed to melt out of their bodies. "However," Tekumseh continued and everyone tensed up again, "he will be unable to lead while his wounds heal, so I will step in as Acting Olo'eyktan. Once he fully heals, I will step down and my Father with resume his position. Are there any concerns to this decision or situation?"
There was a moment of silence before it was broken by an older Na'vi, "What about the Sky People? We cannot let them get away with what they've done! They attacked our Olo'eyktan after killing our previous one! I say that they pay for what they've done!"
Another warrior spoke up, "Yeah! And only Eywa knows what will happen next! Anything could happen when Sky People are involved!"
After the warriors' speech, many of the Na'vi found themselves agreeing with them. What would they do next? More importantly, what would the Sky People do? They were unpredictable, they had already attacked Hometree twice and destroyed it once before. The Na'vi may as well be unpredictable for a change and attack the Sky People while they had the element of surprise.
Several more people began calling out their own thoughts; and as they brought up more points, more Na'vi began shouting with them. After just one minute, most, if not all, were shouting to be heard by their temporary Olo'eyktan.
"Enough! Enough!" Tekumseh tried to shout over the crowd, but it was no use. They kept yelling, and there was no end in sight.
'Desperate times call for desperate measures,' he reasoned. With a quick thought to Seyley, who was flying around Hometree, the mighty Toruk swooped to the ground, and roared.
That seemed to shut them up; but who wouldn't settle down when a legendary beast that had previously taken down machines that were at least two times heavier, and possibly larger, than her with ease.
"Now, I know you are eager for revenge, but we cannot blindly rush into battle. Not with so many of us injured and grieving. If we were to charge into battle now, we would all surely perish. What we need to do is monitor what the Sky People are doing, prepare for both a defensive and offensive battle, and heal up. In the meantime, we will consider launching an assault. Is that enough of a compromise for you?" There were a few hesitant nods and begrudging grunts, though they all knew he was right. They couldn't afford nor were capable of going into such a fight now and with blind eyes. Besides, Eywa would not approve of that. "In the meantime, we'll let our injured heal and get ourselves back in order. Once we know that our injured will be able to fight a few days later, we will begin preparations to respond to this offense. Agreed?" They all nodded. "Good. Now it's getting late. Let's get some food and let's rest. We all need it."
With that in play, the Na'vi did as they were told. Though Arati came up and touched his shoulder, asking, "Will you be alright, Tekumseh?"
"I'll be fine, Arati. As long as my father comes out of this, I'll be fine," he replied.
"I know you will be, my son," Neytiri told him and he looked at her. "You are ready for this command. It's why your father chose you. He will make it out of this, I'm sure. For now, though, you are in command of the Omaticaya."
"And we're in good hands," Arati added.
"Thanks, Arati, Mother," Tekumseh responded. They nodded before they followed the Omaticaya to eat and get some rest after such a battle. The Acting Olo'eyktan preparing for a long while of doing the high job of leading the clan and preparing themselves for war.
